I wonder if trade’s a bit quiet in the Chandos tonight.

As London pubs go, it might have a prime location on the corner of Trafalgar Square. It’s an ideal place to catch the tourists and theatre goers.

But I bet the place won’t be rocking to the same extent as last Saturday.

For those who weren’t there – and it did feel like the entire city of Bradford were squeezed in the downstairs bar – just picture Valley Parade being dumped in the capital. It was a total Bantam takeover.

Wembley suddenly seems so long ago. Nearly a week on and you start thinking ‘were Bradford City REALLY in the Capital One Cup final?’ And maybe, given the way the game unfolded, the more hard-hearted would say not.

But the result cannot banish the memories of an occasion – and a weekend – that supporters will recall for years and years.

Whether it was carousing in a rammed pub with my son’s new pal Rob and his ‘tache dyed half claret, half amber or watching the gaping young faces filled with wonder on Wembley Way, it was a privilege to be part of something unique.

City may go back to Wembley again, if not in the play-offs this season then maybe the Johnstone’s Paint Trophy next. But nothing will surpass the moment when they made it to the final two of the League Cup.

And whatever jealous Leeds, Huddersfield or Burnley fans might say, just remind them who were the most successful English club in the competition. That’s one honour no record defeat can take away.